Shapeshifting

A regal king with golden locks
Commands with thunderous roar
The earth and all its kin are scarred
By bloodstained tooth and claw
His form is sleek, his flight is swift
His destiny is clear:
To dominate the open plains
And rule the land through fear

There is another, no less noble
No less strong or bold
Survivor through the ages past
All climes of hot and cold
Her shifting shape moves with grace
Like misty clouds so rare:
She drifts across the dusty land
With gentle rumbling care

Wayne Visser © 2002

Book

Wishing Leaves: Favourite Nature Poems

This creative collection, now in its 3rd edition, brings together nature poems by Wayne Visser, celebrating the diversity, beauty and ever-changing moods of our planet. The anthology includes many old favourites like “I Think I Was a Tree Once” and “A Bug’s Life”, as well as brand new poems like “Monet’s Dream” and “The Environmentalist”. Then as we turned our faces to the moon / Our hands entwined, our hearts in sync, in tune / We felt the fingers of the silken breeze / And made our wishes on the falling leaves / A gust of wind set off a whispered sigh / Among the trees that leaned against the sky.  Buy the paper book / Buy the e-book.

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